Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

In truth, Harlyn was not too worried about their numbers. They had dwindled since the pack's conception, but those that had left had done their part to make the pack strong while they'd been there. The alpha was grateful to each of them and wished the spirits to care for them wherever their paths had taken them. Her desire to welcome more wolves into their pack was simply a desire for her family to grow. She had always wanted a pack of her own to provide a home and support to others, and that would continue to be true no matter how few or many called the Hollow home, or called Harlyn their alpha.

She laughed warmly at her friend's response and nodded. His touch took her by surprise, though it shouldn't have. The heat tugged at her stomach again and she felt very nearly overwhelmed by it. She turned her head to press her muzzle into his ruff, breathing in his scent. She dropped her jaw to pant when her sense returned to her with a sudden jolt and she became quite determined to distract herself immediately from whatever for hidden places her mind was attempting to tread.

"Be our beta," the alpha blurted, pulling away with a fixed, but earnest, smile, "Mordedai agrees, we've discussed it. We want you to be our beta. You will?"